Heathers - Conflict and Betrayal Among Friends
Heather Chandler:
You stupid fuck!
Veronica:
You goddamn bitch!
Heather Chandler:
You were nothing before you met me! You were playing Barbies with Betty Finn! You were a bluebird! You were a brownie! You were a Girl Scout cookie! I got you into a Remington party! What's my thanks? It's on a hallway carpet. I got paid in puke!
Veronica:
LICK IT UP, BABY! Lick! It! Up!
Heather Chandler:
Monday morning, you're history. I'll tell everyone about tonight. Transfer to Washington. Transfer to Jefferson. Nobody at Westerburg's gonna let you play their reindeer games!
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Heathers - Boredom in the Afterlife
Heather Chandler:
God, Veronica. My afterlife is so boring. If I have to sing Kumbaya one more time…
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Heathers - Confrontation Over Color Choices and Identity
Heather Chandler:
Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast? First you ask if you can be red, knowing that I'm always red.
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Heathers - A Bold Statement on Personal Appearance
Heather Chandler: [[Mother Teresa]
Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like ]?
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Heathers - The Burden of Popularity in High School
Heather Chandler:
They all want me as a friend or a fuck. I'm worshipped at Westerburg and I'm only a junior.
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Heathers - A Call for Maturity and Change
Heather Chandler: [[w:Bulimia|Bulimia]
Grow up, Heather. ]’s so ’87.
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